Everything is okay....right?
No, it's not and it never was
Unfortunately, I realized too late
As I watched it happen right before my eyes
You love me
You care for me
But I think the lines have blurred now
It's not the same anymore
That love has turned toxic
And you might not realize it
But I have
I want to push you away
I want to run away
Ease my never ending pain
The demons I suppress show up when you are around
You are the trigger
The switch to the other side
And I can't deal with your sweet words
Those honey coated words that sound so right
How can your torture be better than a stranger?
It can't be
This can't be right
Because my heart has way too many stitches
And half belong to you
If this is your way to help
Then please stop
I hate the way your higher your voice
It's torture to not just my ears but my heart
I'm tired
I'm so so tired
And I don't need you lurking
It might be your job
But I need you to stay calm
I'll be fine
I just need you to let me breath
Because these days I'm gasping for air
I can't remember the last time I was okay
So please just give me space
A place to be free
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I used to explain why I wrote what I wrote but these days I just want my poem to do the talking and for people to interpret it their own way. I remember I wrote this weeks ago even before the poem I published but I never completed it.
Do tell me how you felt and if it was any good.
Thank you for reading and supporting me!
Take care,
Anera
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The Work of Isolation| ✅️
PoetryAge comes with a lot of surprises and mainly nothing good. "The old me is still there but she is too hurt" A look into my teens. Credits to @MissFischee98 for this wonderful gift (cover)
